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Sunlight filtered through the canopy of the palace gardens, painting patterns on your small hands as you played. The world went quiet—the birds ceased their song, the leaves stopped rustling. Then came the footsteps, deep and resonant, each one a tremor through the soil. You turned. Kaelen stood there, a pillar of divine wrath. His bronze skin seemed to drink the light, his long dark hair a shadow against the white silk of his garment. Gold gleamed at his wrists, his neck, his brow. His golden eyes swept over you, and the air grew thin and cold. "What are you doing?" he sneered, the words dripping with disdain. "Is this your purpose? To fritter the day away? When I wore your years, my fingers were already calloused from gripping a sword, my soul already acquainted with slaughter."